Many people theorize that dreams are simply our recollection of our day's events all jumbled into some strange mush of brain chemicals. Some people think it's our unconscious wanting to have a greater hold on us. The only problem with these two "theories" is that they are nothing ore than that. Other than that no one has ever really proved exactly what dreams are. While my purpose in this blog is not to prove anything scientifically, but to show the world or my select few readers how I compare to the rest. How one person can represent the many and what the problem is in trying to represent many.
I have some of the scariest dreams, some people have told me before. I do not doubt this. They tend to shape themselves as a good M. Night Shamylan movie would, None of his recent crap though. Some things in my dreams don't even make any sense...which ironically makes sense for a dream nonetheless. I see my dreams as a point of pride though. By dreams I do not mean ambitions...just a reminder.
Many of the dreams that I do experience tend to have a certain...repetition about them, While I have never actually had a dream within a dream I do wake up and find myself in a state of disbelief at the fact that I am actually awake. I simply can't believe the fact that it's over. That something so horrific could just...end. While this post in itself has no real point to it, I feel it's necessary to see if people feel the same as I do,
When I was younger, specifically 8 or so, I had the most god awful dreams that could probably put anyone in a mental institution. I once dreamt when I was a child that I woke up in bed and could not find my parents in my house. I searched all over, mind you we had a door in the middle of the hallway heading towards the upstairs bedrooms, which led to the basement and continued through to the garage. So I was always terrified about this door. I digress. I had searched the house and could not find my parents. I went downstairs to a set of concrete steps we actually did have in our house. I walked through the door and there was no one in the work room. I walked out of the work room and on the walls were my parents. By on the walls...I mean chopped to bits and scattered all over the wall. The pieces were pinned to the wall by some sort of nails or pins. In any case the aliens burst out of one of the crawlspaces in our basement (which we actually had in the house) and captured me. The last thing that happened was they started cutting me apart. Then I woke up. By far that was the worst and most vivid memory to date. There is one other reoccurring dream I have, but nothing as horrible as this. As for either of the dream theories: (#1) What the hell could I have done in my day that would have jumbled THAT!? (#2) Was I subconsciously trying to kill my parents??? Neither of these sound very correct to me. I was 8, I hardly knew the difference between my ass and my elbow let alone a Swiss Army Knife and a Katana.
When I went through my phase of being obsessed with Donnie Darko, I had a dream with Frank the Bunny. He was telling me to save someone. My dad just so happened to be in the bathroom getting ready for work one morning. The bathroom happens to be right next to my room. My dad apparently heard me talking to someone and when he opened my door he saw me standing there, eyes wide open, head tilted to the side talking to no one. He said he had never been so scared in his life. He said I turned to face my bedroom door, took a step, and just fell flat on my face, He said I then started having some sort of seizure. He said he hopes it never happens again, because it was so god damned scary.
I honestly don't know what I could say to keep this going, I don't know what I could say to console myself. All I know is that the dreams tend to be too terrifying for their own good. I don't think I'm the only one who suffers from nightmares. I think that other people get so terrified by it they sometimes cause themselves to commit horrible acts. I feel sorry for these people who haven't woken up from the nightmare to see through the fog that things are not as bad as they seem. Sometimes I wonder if everything is simply a nightmare.
Escape the Fate - My Apocalypse
There’s a place that I’ve found
As far as I can see
This place lies within
The depths of my dreams
In a garden surrounded
By fire and trees
Through the smoke a silhouette I can barely see
There’s a man with an axe
Standing in the rain
Looked me straight in the eyes
This is what he had to say
Never fall asleep
You won’t wake up
Destroy the guillotine
Before he does
I walk with shadows
(you have to find a better way)
I walk with shadows
(the questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(they keep me safe and sound)
So I walk in shadows
(the ways of burning down this house)
End transmission
The satellites are down
I need an earthquake
To shake this pity
Off the ground
Just don’t trust these liars at the door
(you have to find a better way)
Kill the ones that have these answers for
(the questions I will never say)
Never fall asleep
You won’t wake up
Destroy the guillotine
Before he does
I walk with shadows
(you have to find a better way)
I walk with shadows
(the questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(they keep me safe and sound)
So I walk in shadows
(the ways of burning down this house)
End transmission
The satellites are down
I need an earthquake
To shake this pity
Off the ground
All the vibrant colors I see
And the shades that fill the grey
Pain
The pain
Pain
The pain
Pain
The pain
Pain
The pain
Pain
Hiding from the gallows
(you have to find a better way)
I walk with shadows
(the questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(they keep me safe and sound)
So I walk in shadows
(the ways of burning down this house)
1 comments:
After I read this, I can understand completely. The most horrifying dream I have ever had was when I was 8... Actually, it started off with me, actually awake, in the real world. I was trying to fall asleep and then suddenly I became frozen, I couldn't move at all. I was smart for my age back then, believe it or not. I realized I was being sucked into something. Everything became blurry. I felt a force of gravity on me, as if I was falling down in an eternal hole. My room started to blur, and become black. I suddenly was in my ex-best friend's house (the one I had as a young child) and everything was white. I could see out the window, but there were bars on it. I was apparently looking for my ex-best friend. I had just came out of her room and looked into her mother's room. I turned around and there was a tall man, in a dark cloak and I couldn't see his feet nor hands, or face, like the one you had in that picture. I screamed and ran down her staircase, and it seemed to never end. I turned around to see the man in the cloak following me, slowly. I faced forward, then tripped, and the stairs ended and I woke up on the floor in my room... I believe that the man in the cloak is a demon-- In real life. I believe that you had a similar dream. I think that others can relate, dreams are a terrible thing... Yet they make you careful, and choose your path wisely, and I think they are an important message that isn't clear, almost at all.
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